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10. Dear veffel, ftill be to thy fteeragejuft, Nor change thy courfe with ev'ry fudden guft:

Like fupple patriots of the modern fort, Who turn with ev'ry gale that blows from court.

11. Weary and fea-fick when in thee confin'd,

Now for thy fafety cares diftract my mind;

Asthofe, who long have stood the ftorms of ftate,

Retire, yet ftill bemoan their country's fate.

Beware, and when you hear the furges

roar,

Avoid the rocks on Britain's angry fhore.
They lie, alas! too eafy to be found;
For thee alone they lie the ifland round.

10. Fidit; tu, nifi ventis

Debes ludibrum, cave.

11. Nuper folicitum quæ mihi tædium,
Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis,
Interfufa nitentes

Vites aquora Cycladas.

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On reading Dr. YOUNG's Satires called The Univerfal Paffion, by which he means Pride.

IF

Written in the Year 1726.

F there be truth in what you fing,
Such god-like virtues in the king;

A minifter fo fill'd with zeal

And wifdom for the common-weal:
If he who in the chair prefides
So fteadily the fenate guides :

If others, whom you make your theme,
Are feconds in this glorious fcheme:
If ev'ry peer, whom you commend,
To worth and learning be a friend:
If this be truth, as you atteft,
What land was ever half fo bleft?
No falfhood now among the great,
And tradefmen now no longer cheat;
Now on the bench fair Justice fhines;
Her fcale to neither fide inclines:
Now Pride and Cruelty are flown,
And Mrcy here exalts her throne:
For fuch is good-example's power,
It does its office ev'ry hour,

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Where governors are good and wife;
Or else the trueft maxim lyes:
For fo we find all ancient fages
Decree, that ad exemplum regis,
Through all the realm his virtues run,
Rip'ning and kindling like the fun.
If this be true, then how much more,
When you have nam'd at least a score
Of courtiers, each in their degree,
If poffible, as good as he?

rage:

Or take it in a diff'rent view.
I ask (if what you say be true)
If you affirm the prefent age
Deferves your fatire's keenest
If that fame univerfal paffion
With ev'ry vice hath fill'd the nation:
If virtue dares not venture down
A fingle ftep beneath the crown:
If clergymen, to fhew their wit,
Praife clafficks more than holy writ:
If bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the fenate-house can run,
And fell their votes at fuch a rate,
As will retrieve a loft eftate:

If law be fuch a partial whore,

To fpare the rich, and plague the poor:

If these be of all crimes the worst,
What land was ever half fo curft?

The DOG and THIEF.

Written in the Year 1726.

UOTH the thief to the dog, let me into your door,

And I'll give you these delicate bits. Quoth the dog, I fhall then be more villain than you're,

And befides must be out of my wits.

Your delicate bits will not ferve me a meal, But my mafter each day gives me bread; You'll fly, when you get what you came here to fteal,

And I must be hang'd in your ftead.

The stock-jobber thus from Change-Alley goes down,

And tips you the freeman a wink; Let me have but your vote to ferve for the

town,

And here is a guinea to drink.

Said the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent ;

Your offers of bribery cease:

I'll vote for my landlord, to whom I pay rent,

Or elfe I may forfeit my lease.

From London they come filly people to choufe,

Their lands and their faces unknown: Who'd vote a rogue into the parliamenthouse,

That would turn a man out of his own?

ADVICE to the GRUB-STREET Verse-Writers.

YE

Written in the Year 1726.

E poets ragged and forlorn,
Down from your garrets hafte ;
Ye rhymers dead as foon as born,
Not yet confign'd to paste,

I know a trick to make you thrive ;
O, 'tis a quaint device:

Your ftill-born poems fhall revive,
And fcorn to wrap up fpice.
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